We use ART to discover who the true stabber is.
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“Oh Gregg Oden my opposite evil evil green twin! What have you done what have you DONE?!
“Hello 119? I mean 911! I’d like to report an accident. A horrible horrible accident!”
“Calm down, sir,” said Gertrude on the other side. “Just tell me what happened.”
“Stabbing. STAB!” Greg Ogden’s imaginary Juho art studio conveniently located on Makers Lane with door always slightly ajar come to life, as it were. As it *is*. He looks down at the body, quickly bleeding out. Not much time!
“Okay, I’ve tracked your location. We’ll send Charlie and Peet right over. Don’t leave the scene, sir!”
Then he was back at the beginning, painting Black Lake that wasn’t actually black except in soul. Should’ve never switched over to oils.
Sunklands 